Simplexity

Only when it would rain...would the strange words coalesce themselves in the palm of my mouth, as if bee's buzzing their honeycombs into constructions existence. Persistance in - might the words had in their crushing momentum, crashing & flash flooding behind my lips like the 1st to be witnessed cataracts within the foothills of the mountain of the moon moving their magical silt into the fallopian nile in forever's pefect perpetuousity.



Words building, tumbling and racing to the cliff of the forefront of my minds edge, until...I spoke...well, not so much I, but my body's vivid vocal chords strumming these potent hymms into existence.



Later I would listen, and learn to capture these foreign words which would spill from me, and, so...truthfully this is all I would ever do...borne the quick pen to capture all I could hear of words spoken by the gilders of vibration - the profound poets of whom I cannot recollect having seen nor met. And...so...I am not a poet at all, is my truest confession to you.



That these contents would float upon the winds of the world from this prison cell which I now sit, into the hands of but one whom can appreciate what lies within here is my prayer...and so, if you, my friend, are now reading these words, then my prayer is answered; and thus the truth of our connection lies evident.



May truth & progressions prosperity forever kiss your path. I love you.



Sincerely,

Sayum Simunye